Loving you •N.H•

Cecelia Wood is a normal 17 year old. She goes to school every day and comes home. She does her homework and only gets in trouble sometimes, well, normally. What happens when she moves again like she had done her whole life? What happens when she gets involved with the four bad boys of the school?

One of those bad boys is like none other. Will she confront him or stay away like she was taught to? Will he get through to her and find the love he always wanted?


6. His House

After school Niall came up to my locker, "Do you want me to drive you to my house?"

"Um. Sure, I guess I don't have a choice since Jeremy left me here," I said.

"Follow me, then," he turned and started walking.

We walked out to the parking lot and stopped at his car. He opened the door for me.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"No problem," he said.

I got in with a smile on my face. Niall shut my door then walked around to his side. He got in, shut the door, then buckled up and turned on the car. I buckled my seat belt and turned on the radio.

"Are you trying to control my car?" Niall asked in his adorable Irish accent.

"I'm not trying, I am," I smirked.

"Whatever," he chuckled.

I started singing the song that was on quietly. It was Style by Taylor Swift. This song was awesome. One of my favorites.

"You have a lovely voice," Niall told me.

"Nah, not really," I said.

"Yes, you do," he argued.

"Whatever you say, Blondie," I looked out the window to find that we were already here.

My door opened.

"You know that you don't have to open my door for me, right?" I stated the obvious.

"Well, it's the gentlemanly thing to do," he took my backpack from the floorboard as I got out of the car.

"Well, you barely know me so you don't have to act like a gentleman," I said.

"Oh, but I do," he smiled.

His smile was gorgeous.

"Look, I'm not here to argue. I need to study," I shut the car door.

"What's your worst subject?" He asked.

"Social Studies," I replied.

"Well then we'll start there," he said.

He unlocked his door and walked in. I saw a living room to the right with white carpet and comfortable looking tan couches. A flat screen tv and pictures of the family were placed on the walls, which were painted maroon.

I followed Niall into a big kitchen with a long island in the middle. Behind a set of French doors was a dining room with a big dining table.

"Do you want anything?" Niall asked.

"No, I'm good," I shook my head.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Okay then, follow me," he walked up the stairs and a few doors down.

He opened the door. The walls were dark blue and had a few shelves with trophies. All of them were for soccer and honor roll. I thought he was supposed to be a bad boy.

"So, you're really not a bad boy, huh?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, when I first saw you, I thought you were a bad boy. But now I see your soccer and honor roll trophies. You're not, are you?" I explained.

"Why can't I be bad and smart?" He asked.

"Because they don't go together. Does any one else know?" I touched one of the trophies.

"Just my Family. Those were all from my old school in Ireland," he stated.

"Why did you show me, then?" I whispered.

He shrugged his shoulders, "You're different."

"How can you tell after not even a whole day?" I walked closer to him.

"I can just feel it," he whispered.

"How so?" I whispered in his ear.

"I don't even know. No one has ever made me feel this way. I don't understand what I'm feeling. I'm jealous when another guy talks to you. I'm protective over you. What's happening?" He mumbled.

Wait, what? This means he likes me, right? But why would a guy like him like a girl like me?

"You like me. Have you ever had a crush before?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Then I'm your first. But tell me, what is there to like about little Ol' me?" I asked.

"What's not to like?" He questioned, "You're gorgeous. Smart. Funny. Nice. Sweet."

I thought about it. I'm not gorgeous, am I? No, what's to like about red hair and purple eyes. Yeah, purple eyes. They are horrible, but I have to deal with them because mom and dad won't get me contacts.

I'm definitely not smart. I mean, yeah, I have straight A's, but it's not like I mean to. I cheat on all of my tests.

All of my jokes are stupid so I'm not funny.

I am kind of nice and sweet, but I'm still a bitch.

"Cecelia?" Niall called out.

"Yeah?"I whispered.

We were chest to chest.

"All of those things I said are true. Don't ever think any different," he hugged me.

I nodded even though I would always think bad of myself.

"Do you want to go to a party tonight since it's Friday?" He asked.

I nodded, "I haven't been to a party in forever."

"Well, then go and get ready. I'll come and get you at 5," he walked me to the door.

"Thank you," I kissed his cheek.

"For what?" He asked.

"For telling me those things. For taking me to a party," I smiled.

"Anytime," he said.

I laughed and walked to my house.

I didn't give anyone time to talk to me, I ran straight up to my room to get ready.

I went into my closet and looked through my dresses. I found a red one in the back that was tight, strapless, low cut, and barely covered my butt.

Before I put it on, I re did my makeup so I had on thick mascara and eyeliner with smoky eye eyeshadow. I put on red lip stick, but kept my curls.

I went back to my closet to where my dress was. I put it on carefully so I didn't mess up my makeup. I found black flats on my shelf. Yeah, I know. Flats at a party? Well, that's what I get when I can't walk in heels.

I grabbed my phone and put it in my bra since I didn't want to carry a purse. I checked my alarm clock. Exactly 5:00. I went down stairs and opened the door as Niall was about to knock.

He looked at my whole body from top to bottom with his mouth hanging open, "Wow, you look. Amazing."

"Well, just so you know, my face is not on my boobs," I giggled.

"Um, so-sorry," he stuttered.

"It's fine, you look pretty good yourself," I smiled.

"Thanks, you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the car.

This was going to be a long night.


Hey guys, I know that the last three chapters have been all in the same day, and I'm sorry. The next chapter won't. Let me know what you guys think.

~ ButterflyTwix

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